The Writing Of Words Can Lead To

All Of The People Of My Time Were Bound With Chains. They Had Forgotten The Long Fields And The Standing Corn. They Had Forgotten The West Winds.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.

A Man Needs A Purpose For Real Health.

It May Be Life Is Only Worthwhile At Moments. Perhaps That Is All We Ought To Expect.

You Must Not Become A Mere Peddler Of Words. The Thing To Learn Is To Know What People Are Thinking About, Not What They Say.